Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-02-10


lick EN- when they say you're an ugly
brute Good boys don't tight and swear.
If che linda ont as 1 amt good. l sup.
Inors-shel stop the thripenee day.
Bat she shant find out, ole man, III
tell her I'm pious chap As goes to the
Sunday school. Gentle-folks think a
deal O they. smut. Amt they green,
Ijust.a
Atll O'Clock next morning he was ad
mitted into ths house in Suffolk street
BY a maid servant. who eyed him sus
piciously as she curtly told him to follow
her upstairs. He was shown into q
large. barely furnished room at the tor
of the house. where he found bis friend
of the previous night seated before ar
| easel.
car. there You are. she said careless,
~. and your little dog. too. What il
| his nane."
Smut
Smut. But he isn't black
Hes teen Washed explained the
boy. He was awful black, when seed
him first; that's why / call him Smut.
But he don't mind it, bless you. He's
got the temper Of an angel.
"How was il be was SO black when
ycu bought him:' she asked indiffsr-
| eI tly. He is white now"
"Didn's bny him" he said; 81 fought
for him. Twas like this. When was
q little 'ur, / seed two chaps with pup
| they was sgoin' to drown. They'd left
him to ssaIve in . coal hole. but hs
woulin't die. SO they were agoin' to
drown him."
"And You fought them." questioned
the girl. ''That was very brave-of you,
"Ihere was ncthin' brave bout it.
| he said hasily. 81 dared 'em to fight,
one after tother. and 1 licked en- both.
Thts how / come to have Smut"
He ought to feel grateful to you.
| she said. Now will you stand On that
platform. and turn toward the window
That's night Now, lean forward lit
| tie, Just as you were when l saw you
looking in at the shop last ni9ht-thst'
capital. Stand jus; like that and keep
a. still As you can"
For some minutes she worked silently,
while the boy stood perfectly still,
1 scarcely daring to move an eyelash-
Il think we may talk little now,
she said at length; ''5ut dent turn
your head when you SPEAK
Right you are. he returned, fixing
his eyes steadily upon the patch CT rnurky
sky visible through the window.
"Whas are you called - she asked.
standing back from the canvas and
regarding her work critically.
Tim" he answered briefly.
| "And what is your other name."
"Ain't got NO other. he said. I'm
Just Tim"
"Weli, what is Your father calleds'
she suggested little impatientsy.
"Ain't got no father; amt got no.
body bat Smut"
"Have you Lost your parents long,
she said. with a touch Of pity in the
clear. low voice.
"Didn't lose 'em; never had none.' he
replied indiferently.
aspect l growed." murmured the
girl, suppressing smile. bat yeu are
] saaa little boy to be alone in the world,
Where do you tve."
''S,reets, most times. " he said Sum-
mer months We sleep out O. doors. Smut
and me. bat winter time we get penny
lodgin' when we're in luck.
And when you are not in luck."
Then We sleeps on Biaekfriars Bridge
or the 'bankment. The bridge Is warm
est There you can get corner out o
the wind il you go early. before the best
seats are took. Oa the 'bankmeat 'tis
it to freeze yer marrer."
| "Wouid you feel happier in the work
house, she asked carelessly. standing
back once more to catch the general ef-
feet.
"Should be better OF most Ike" he re-
turned quietly. s.Baf there amt ro
place fur dogs in that 'ouse. and Smut
and me amt gois' to part
do you ever go to church, ques-
toned the girl. after a pause. fearing
that he would grow restless II be did
moi talk.
Constant" said the boy. unbiashing-
ly; "and We 60 TO Sunday senool rega-
lar. Smut aud me-"
''Smu:, toos' she asked absently.
| "Lesstvays, Smut waits for me out
side. he said hastily. oh, we're right
down piouz chaps, we are"
There, have done fer this morning,
she said presently, rising from her stool.
Here is your money. Iwouli give
you more il could afford It: but 1 am
poor, ike you. Can you ccme at the
same time tomorrow"
"Right you are" he said. pocketing
the peace slowly.
s"Then 1 shali expect you at Ii. Good.
by-good-hy. Smut"
III.
Edith Munro had a vivid recollection
of Tim as she had beheld him in the
strand thres weeks ago. The scene
had impressed itself On her mind. The
busy street. the ficksring lamp-iight,
the slender figure of the boy IS he had
stood with his face pressed close against
the glass. looking with longing eyes
into the brightly lighted shop. But
the picture had appealed to her i'm
aginasion without in any way touching
her heart; she had regarded the pathetic
little figure as . possible Subject" but
| no tenderer feeling had moved her.
| Tim posed As = model in the Suffolk
street studio for some hours every day.
and the painting was beginning to look
iife-like under the artists skiIIfal fingers.
Encouraged by her careless Questioning,
! tnc Doy HOufcd Aottu tG6 Nucte OF MS
pitifui history, unconscious that his
words fell on inatsentive ears. Nothing
was hidden from her. His poverty, his
loneliness. his passionate love for Smut,
ali were laid bare before the girl, whose
interest in him was purely selfish,
whose questions were prompted solely
by the desire to keep hum quiet Tim,
however. was happily ignorant OF her
indiference, and her apparent sweet
meas awakened in him a devotion " hich
filed his hungry little soul with en-
thusiasm. He thought OF her as enc
removed from the rest of the world
as q being free from every taint of evil.
A sense of his own unworthiness took
possession of him and weighed heavily
on his loving heart. He had told her
that he was a good boy--that he went
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